Denys owned a piece of land down at the coast... a weathered growth of grey stone on the salted soil, and in the midst of it a few old mango trees. He had built a small house on his land and I stayed there... When the tide was out, you could walk for miles away Seawards from the house, picking up strange long, peaked shells and starfish... The coast below the house had a row of deep caves and grottos, where you sat in shade and watched the distant glittering blue water. When the tide came in,
it filled up the caves to the level of the ground on which the house was built, and in the porous coral rock the Sea sang and sighed.
Isak Dinesen Out Of Africa
The sea is within us, enfolding and surrounding. Driftwood in every corner, weathered tables, worn wicker, tattered slipcovers, and scattered seashells. It is a way of life, a calm that remains.
De La Mer
washed by the sea